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Method Man
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Step By Step
Lyricist:Ron Brooks, Stephen Ronald Brooks, Gregory Jacobs, Shirley Murdock, Erick Sermon, Erick S. Sermon, Tupac Shakur, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Clifford Smith, Larry Troutman, Roger Troutman
This goes out To all the big head niggaz And all them big head bitches You know my steez-o
Yo, yo, yo, yo Deadly melodic, robotic steez-o blur your optic So you can't see the topic, condition combo Blaze bring the heat to your mourning like Alonzo Head honcho like Eastwood, gun in my Pancho Another bad desperado, trapped in between The hills and the El Dorados, but you can't do that
Welcome to the wheel of fortune where Pat don't Sajak Bring it to these cats often, the biggest payback Is when I condemn men, to purgatory Stick a pen, do 'em in, eight million stories In the naked Mr. Method, blade runner Blood stain on my track record, top gunner
You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this Make 'em get down, head where I fit, more grip Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her Step by step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit Step by step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit
Check my extinction agenda, mind bender No retreat, no surrender, head trauma Death before dishonor, sword and golden armor Undetected stealth bomber, blow the session With immaculate conception, hit yo' section With my def squad connection, the green-eyed bandit E double up dammit, iron lung
Flow taste like a knuckle sandwich, now you know It's time that I take advantage, take command yo Cops caught me red-handed Blood on the dance floor Or was it Michael Jackson Fuck it, time for some action Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Check my re-runs an see what's happening
You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this Make 'em get down, head where I fit, more grip Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her Step by step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit Step by step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit
You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this Make 'em get down, head where I fit, more grip Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her
Before she get her back blown Jealous men don't understand and get clapped on Now I'm reloadin' Automate and keep it goin', right and exact Runnin' track like I'm Jesse Owens, catch 'em wit my rap slogan Jack frost, leave 'em frozen Bust flows and never lay text without my trojan
Hand writin', ass whippin', I keep spittin' At any head-on collision, throw dart wit precision And split decision, tell your old folk And your children what I'm dealin' Good times, and hood rhymes from the villain Till I see you at the ooh-building motherfuckers
You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this Make 'em get down, head where I fit, more grip Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her Step by step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit Step by step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit Step by step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit Step by step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit
This one is dedicated to my big head niggaz And all them big head bitches All them big head bitches
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